Support Dr Geebers By buying his books or watching his homeless awearness videos on youtube.

If you think Dr Geebers is worth supporting and has a great talent through writing, creating loose pebble sculptures and creating puzzles then why not support him. Through buying one of his many books or following him through youtube as he explains his journey of walking the coast of the UK on a homeless awearness tour. What came up against with councils and people alike. What churches did to him in front of school children and what councils did to his equipment even though he was in the papers for being on a homeless awearness mission and was homeless himself. No much wonder young people who become homeless or in a vunerable situation become involved with gangs and rebel against society as a whole. I have already started talking about my journey and many poems was written on this journey also.

This is the first video of many and I am completely shocked how homeless people are treated by councils and the general members of the public. This is not right and many changes will have to be done in the future to help vunerable people in the UK let alone the world.

There maybe lots of hostels but where is the housing and jobs. Being somebody is better than being nobody.

Not many homeless people get a chance to go down the route I went down.

(1) Because it was very phyisical

(2) You need a licence to create art and earn a few pennies of it. So if you do then you are breaking the law. Well technically not because it is a civil matter between you and the council and not a criminal one.

(3) You need somewhere to stay while your creating your art. Me I was sleeping in a sleeping bag for most of the journey and only had a few tents people helped me out with. But in England you are not aloud to be seen camping on a beach. This is illegal and you can be physically moved on by a court of law.

(4) Health and safety comes into my journey because if I go over 3ft high then i am breaking health and safety. This I did on many occasions only because I wanted publisicty for attempting my journey.

(5) I even stated that after the Sidmouth Herald newspaper told lies about me. They said I was walking the coast of the UK when I said I thought I had the energy to walk the coast of the UK. So after they said this I said I would to get a book written about my journey with the proceeds of such book to go to help homeless charities here in UK and help 3rd world countries too. Yet only two small homeless charities came to me and asked if I needed any help. To me this was disgracefull. They should of been the first people to want to help even though other homeless people had showen them newspaper articals about me.

No much wonder our homeless people are angry because no one really wants to help them and now addiction for them is the only way out. Rehab or death.

All videos will be linked through this blog Dr Geebers The Pebbleman about my coastal walk.

Can one man through youtube make a difference. If you are or have been homeless in the UK or around the world then have your say.

Should coucils be doing more to combat homelessness?

Should councils be making cutbacks in the charity sections?

Should people have to become an addict before they are taking seriously?

Tricky Nick and Sticky Mick Had Two Kinds Of Walking Stick

Tricky Nick and Sticky Mick,

Had two kinds of walking stick.

Now Tricky Nick’s walking stick,

Was made of plastic and looked slick.

While Sticky Mick’s walking stick,

Was made of wood and quite thick.

Now Tricky Nick and Sticky Mick,

Both liked to walk very quick.

Down the road clickety click,

With their two walking sticks.

Pass Chicky Chick, who was sick,

Who hadn't got a walking stick?

"Hi Chicky Chick". Said Tricky Nick,

With his plastic walking stick.

"Hello Tricky Nick". Said Chicky Chick,

With a struggle as she was sick.

"Hi Chicky Chick". Said Sticky Mick,

With his wooden walking stick.

"Hello Sticky Mick". Said Chicky Chick,

Struggling more as she was sick.

"Oh Chicky Chick are you sick".

Said Tricky Nick with his plastic stick.

"Yes I am". Said Chicky Chick,

Struggling to talk to Tricky Nick.

"Oh Chicky Chick, you do look sick".

Said Sticky Mick with his wooden stick.

"Cheers Sticky Mick". Said Chicky Chick,

Struggling even more as she was sick.

"Sorry to here that Chicky Chick",

Said Tricky Nick and Sticky Mick.

Both together very quick,

With their two walking sticks.

 

"Can we help you Chicky Chick,

As you’re struggling, and your sick.

With your shopping Chicky Chick,

As we are friends and we'll be quick".

 

Said Tricky Nick and Sticky Mick,

With their two walking sticks.

"Why thank you now Tricky Nick,

And thank you to Sticky Mick.

 

You’re very kind". Said Chicky Chick,

Straining now as she was sick.

"But I’m ok". Said Chicky Chick,

To Tricky Nick, and Sticky Mick.

"Are you sure now Chicky Chick"?

Said Tricky Nick and Sticky Mick.

"Yes I am". Said Chicky Chick.

As they where getting on her wick.

 

"Get well soon". Said Tricky Nick,

With his plastic walking stick.

"Bye Chicky Chick". Said Sticky Mick,

With his wooden walking stick.

As they went walking very quick,

With their two walking sticks.

Down the road clickety click,

Clickety click, clickety click.

Towards their home, without missing a trick,

Went Tricky Nick and Sticky Mick.

With their two walking sticks,

Clickety click, clickety click,

Clickety click, as they went quick,

Clickety click, clickety click.

Went Tricky Nick and Sticky Mick,

With their two walking sticks.

By Dr Geebers

Walking in the moonlight,

Walking in the moonlight,

Under the stars,

Tip toeing along,

For hours and hours.

Over a bridge,

And down some steps,

Feeling the waves,

Getting me wet.

Going ever closer,

To the waters edge,

While seeing its anger,

And furious rage.

Jump out at me,

And drag me in,

I'm drowning, I'm drowning,

Way deep within.

Seeing its beauty,

And power so free,

Swallow up its victims,

Including poor me.

Making me choke,

As I splash in fear,

Shouting and gasping,

For help that’s near.

Oh no, oh no,

I'm dieing, I'm dead,

I'm seeing myself,

Swimming like lead.

Down to the bottom,

Of this watery pit,

Oh no, oh no,

That’s life isn't it?

And then I awake,

All covered in beer,

And wonder whats happened,

While panicking you hear.

To think oh no,

With skin all red,

Have I been stabbed?

Well no it’s said.

Because its wine,

I was drinking you see,

That made me get drunk,

And drown in the sea.

By Dr Geebers